Laura Ingalls and the Fear of Intimacy

Even though my parents were here and my brother/sis-in-law, it does not feel like Christmas. Without my niece and nephews here, without my sister, without below freezing weather, without snow or without going out to lota dudes with Katie and Jess and leaving to go to Kyle Lamar park, it just feels like another weekend. I miss Michigan. I miss my family. I miss my friends. It’s just so safe and christmasy in the mitten.